FF: JISM PART 5

 

The kiss was never ending ram lifts Priya and her legs encircled around his waist …the kiss was getting wilder …After a long and passionate kiss …ram was moving to her neck and kissing her making her arouse more .. but Priya making her breath normal she manages to say…

Priya: “ram I think you should go now otherwise it will lead to somewhere else.”

Ram: “I am not going ..I just need you that’s it.” and he starts nuzzling her neck... Hearing a soft moan from Priya’s mouth make him more aroused…

Priya: “ok then let’s go inside I don’t want it to be done here at the back yard of the house.”

Ram: “are you sure we should go inside.”

Priya: “yes.” she said while biting her lower lip.

Ram: “but what about Rajat.”

Priya: “don’t worry he is in his room and that too in a deep drunk sleep.” She smiles.

Ram: “hmm so it means you don’t share same room.”

Priya: “we were sharing a room till yesterday but now not any more.”

Ram: “hmm scratching his temple with his finger, his possessiveness took control and he asked her.... were you sharing same bed when you were in same room?”

 Priya: “no baby, do you think It would happen and I know my limits. She caressed his face, come let’s go inside.”

He makes her stand on her feet and They both walked inside hand in hand and walk upstairs towards Priya’s room. They didn’t take too much time to be inside the room locking the door behind them.

 

She still hadn’t turned to face him, but she could feel him approaching from behind. And oh, how she wanted to feel those strong hands on her shoulders, bringing her close to him. She imagined his breath tickling the back of her neck, followed by his lips… She finally turned around and glanced at him, unable to stare directly at him for too long. Ram: “Look at me, Priya.”

He reached out and tilted her chin so that her eyes were forced to meet his gaze, allowing herself to look into his eyes. He was magnetic, and the charge that ran through her was electric and made her heart race like a wild stallion.

Ram: “I want to ask you something Priya, tell me how did you got married to Rajat.”

Holding her hand in his hand.

Priya: “I met his father in temple when a car hits him no one was there to help him so I helped him and took him to hospital, from that day he became too close to me he was like a father to me and he called me his daughter …and he appointed me as his care taker.. suddenly he got a heart attack and shifted to ICU and at that time he asked me to marry his son but I didn’t say yes at that time… my brain and heart was on dilemma what to do. I have just loved one man in my life and that was you RAM. When Rajat came there his father said same thing to him and without saying anything he said yes that he’ll marry me... and his father was asking same question and pleading to me and without thinking I said yes too.”

Ram: “but why you said yes Priya?”

Priya: “you didn’t know anything ram when you left for USA I was left alone and even my everything got stole by someone …I haven’t your contact number to contact you. even Neha and Vikram was out of town but Rajat’s father came to my life like an angel or I say GODFATHER …he helped me allot ..and to repay him I said yes.. and then the marriage took place in ICU Infront of him and we both got married.”

 

 

She found his gaze very reassuring.

 

Ram: “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, Priya.”

Priya: “Of course, it’s my fault. I agreed to do this, and now I’m at your beck and call, no matter what the circumstances. You shouldn’t have to be hurt because of me.”

Ram: “I’ll take the blame, I should have tried to reach you, to contact you. I was so got engrossed at work that I didn’t bother to check on you it’s all my fault baby.

Ram shook his head slowly. Give the guilty feelings over to me. Let me worry about everything, Priya. Soon ill free you from Rajat.”

 

He smiled and leaned in, kissing her lips. His lips lingered, pausing, kissing again, slowly becoming more passionate. Then his strong arms took hold of her and drew her to his body, wrapping her in an embrace. She moaned softly as his tongue entered her mouth. When he withdrew from their kiss, Ram smiled at her.

Ram: “Understand this, he said. I’m in total control now. That means you have to do as I say. But it also means that I have to shoulder the burden. I’m the one who hurt you. I’m the one who has to find a way to make it right. And I will make it right, believe me.”

 

She sighed. Priya didn’t know how he could possibly make anything right, but she desperately wanted to believe him. And she liked the idea of giving her guilt over to him as well. It was true that he was the one who’d never tried to call her after he left. Ram was the one who’d put her into this particular situation, and she could choose to let him shoulder the responsibility for that decision.

Priya: “Okay, she said, looking steadily at him. I’m not going to feel guilty anymore.” He broke into a wide grin.

Ram: “That’s very good. I’m impressed.” He grabbed her by the waist, he was kissing her again, pulling her close, and his hands were touching her body all over.

Ram: “I can’t resist you, Priya,” he whispered.

 

She loved hearing him say that. His words pulsed through her body like a shot of adrenaline. His kisses became more intense, more probing, and then he leaned down into her in such a way that it became clear he wanted her on the bed. She allowed herself to fall backwards onto the soft mattress, and Ram lowered himself on top of her. His kisses were fiery, passionate, and she could sense his emotion from the way he touched her. She had the real belief that Ram meant what he said about them being perfect for one another. She liked him being in control of things. She enjoyed that Ram was taking care of her, making her his responsibility. It felt as though all of his attention was turned to her and only her. What woman wouldn’t want all of her man’s attention, especially a man as sexy as Ram? Every time Ram’s lips touched hers, Priya had to stifle a moan of pleasure. He was so delicate and yet at the same time, firm and strong and impassioned. His lips began to kiss down her neck, lingering near her collarbone as his hands grabbed hold of Priya’s hips. She spread her legs for him and her dress hiked up almost to the tops of her thighs. Ram pressed into her now, and she could feel the bulge in his crotch against her moistened entrance. Even through the buffer of their clothing she could sense his urgent need to delve inside her, and she wanted that more than anything. Ram pulled up and looked into her eyes. She reached up and pulled on his shirt, tugging him towards her.

Priya: “I want to take you all the way inside of me so we never have to be apart.”

His eyes had taken on a new intensity, she realized. He was examining her face, her expression, as if he couldn’t believe she was real.

Ram: “I don’t want to hurt you again. And want to be with you forever.”

Priya: “You can’t hurt me, she said. And I know you never would, Ram. We will be together FOREVER.”

 

He seemed to hear what she was saying, like a drowning man hanging onto a lifeline. And then he was on top of her again, his chest pressing into hers, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her lips. Now she did let herself moan, louder and louder, because the pleasure was too much. Everything was too much. He was thrusting against her, and his hips were grinding into hers. Priya smiled, loving the way he felt even with their clothes on. She couldn’t imagine what he was going to do to her when they finally got their clothes off. And she couldn’t wait to find out. His hands moved from her face, caressing down the front of her dress, stopping at her breasts. And then his hands continued to travel down until he reached her bare legs, after which he slid up her thighs, under her dress. She gasped as he found her panties and expertly slid them down her thighs, down past her ankles and feet. He tossed them to the floor.

Ram: “Now you’re ready and open for me.” he told her.

Priya’s breathing was deep and heavy as he used his hands to open her legs once more for him. This time when he slid against her, she was bare. She could feel the roughness of his pants directly against her skin.

Priya: “Ram, I need you.” she moaned.

He unzipped himself and took out his thick, erect cock. She looked at it, still amazed by his size— especially his girth. He was huge.

Ram: “Do you want to watch me go inside?” he asked.

She nodded, her mouth open, expectant.

Priya: “Yes, please.”

Ram: “Good.” He hiked her dress up to her stomach so that she could crane her neck and easily watch him insert himself. Ram leaned over her outstretched legs and placed the head of his cock against the wet opening of her pussy. He started to vigorously rub the head of his manhood around her slick slit. She gasped and shuddered as he pressured her folds to part for him.

Priya: “That feels good.”

 

The pressure was building now, in a pleasurable way as he slowly increased the force against her. He was starting to penetrate her now, and as Priya watched, he slipped inside her. She threw her head back and moaned again, ecstasy rippling through her as he pushed past her folds.

Ram: “God, you are so wet and tight right now, he told her. I can barely get into you.”

Priya couldn’t take it. She wanted him—needed him so badly. She grabbed onto his buttocks and pulled him closer, his shaft sliding further into her hollow. He groaned and his body shuddered along with her own. Ram was looking in her eyes and she was able to look back at him, unafraid. In fact, she started to smile. She could see very clearly that Ram cared deeply for her. There was no way he would go through all of this effort and trouble simply to have sex with her. The feeling this realization gave her was much better and stronger than any orgasm.

Ram: “Priya, I want to be with you.” he whispered.

Priya: “You are with me.” she said.

Ram: “I’ll always take care of you. Always.”

Priya: “Yes.” she moaned, pulling him even closer.

Ram: “I’m all the way inside, he said, his voice low. Do you feel that?” She nodded.

Priya: “I do feel it.” He slowly began withdrawing, but then just before he was all the way out of her, he plunged the entire length of himself back into her tunnel again. He did these four or five times, and each time it drove Priya to the brink of madness—that’s how good it felt. She was crying out, her body writhing beneath his strong grasp. He was kissing her again, as his hips pumped up and down, and his long, thick cock pushed in and out of her most private place. He was filling her and then emptying her again, but each time he thrust back inside, the tension went up another notch.

Priya:  “I’m going to come.” she told him.

His lips kissed her all the harder and his hips worked more feverishly and diligently against her. Everything was wet now. She was soaking the both of them with her juices. Priya didn’t know she even had this much in her, but it was coming out now, and he was bringing it out of her. She clawed his back as he worked away at her, drilling further down, bound and determined to hit the right spot. Suddenly, Priya was moaning and her every cell was crying out with pure bliss.

Priya: “I’m coming, raammm.” she cried out, unable to control any of it. He kissed her as she came, as her tunnel constricted and released in rapid succession and she felt the veil drop between them. This was everything, she thought. This was pure soul connection. There was no other way Ram could have taken her to such a heavenly place. He’d guided her here through his touch, and now she was basking in the moment. It felt like fifty orgasms wrapped in one beautiful big one—and she never wanted it to end. But finally, after one more shuddering climax, ram giving a final hard thrust he too reached his climax filling her insides , it did end. She was panting, completely destroyed. Everything was loose and relaxed and sweaty.

Priya: “That felt so good.” she told him.

Ram caressed her cheek.

Ram: “I always want to make you feel this way.” She smiled at him again.

Priya: “You’re kind of amazing.”

 

He slid out of her and rolled onto his back.

Priya: “Is something wrong?” she asked, turning to watch him. He sat up and pulled his pants off, and his boxers along with them. And then he took his shirt off. He was totally naked now.

Ram: “no nothing is wrong baby, now Come on, take that dress off.” he said firmly. Priya didn’t think to further. She pulled her dress over her head and then gently dropped it off the edge of the bed.

Ram: “Your bra too.” he told her. She unsnapped her bra, aware of his eyes being trained on her, watching her every movement.

Ram: “I’m going to make love to you more and more, Priya. And Really, Really HARD LOVE MAKING. I’m going to show you how amazing I am. Turn over and bend on your knees.” she did as he said her elbows down on bed and on her knees. His voice was suddenly full of an intensity that Priya could really understand. All she knew was that his hands were firmly planted on her hips and he was adjusting himself so that he could enter her from behind. The whole thing felt very primal, exciting in a way that it hadn’t felt a moment ago. Instead of feeling like she was being made love to, Ram was making her feel like she was being fucked or loved. As he pushed inside her this time, Priya groaned with pleasure. It still was just as good. The truth was that she loved it when he fucked or made love to her this way. His shaft penetrated her to the core and she cried out. His hands held her hips all the more firmly, rocking her against him as he pounded up against her. Ram was rhythmically pounding his hips into her ass, shaking her buttocks with the force of it. His shaft split her open, almost but not quite painfully, as he slid in and out, pounding—pounding—pounding. The sweat was pouring off them both now.

Ram: “Oh God, Priyyaaa this is heaven.” Ram moaned; his voice raspy with desire. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling it as he smashed against her backside. She was so wet now, just as wet as before. Her breath came in tiny gasps as she felt his enormous cock barrel through her tunnel like a train, over and over again. The rhythm of it was both hypnotic and sensual. She was opening for him, wanting him to go even harder if that’s what he desired. She loved the way he pulled her hair, his hands controlling her with effortless force and will. He was so strong and so wild, yet there was tenderness underneath it all. Priya never felt that Ram was crossing the line and trying to hurt her or even be rough with her just for the sake of being rough. It seemed as though his rough handling of her was his way of showing his desire, his need, his passion for her all at once.

Ram: “I can’t stand how good you feel.” he rasped. A few more incredible, blissful pumps of his hips and then he was pulling out and again inside her thrusting harder and harder till he reaches his climax.

After their romantic and hard love making both lays cuddling with each other. Priya’s head on ram’s chest and her fingers playing with his chest hairs. she looked at him he too looked at her…

Priya: “I love you ram never leave me again.”

Ram: “I love you too darling I will never leave you again.”

Priya: “promise me you will sort out this problem soon.”

Ram: “promise, I’ll soon free you from Rajat.”

 

 

A moment later, he was pulling her to her feet.

 

Ram: “Come on, Let’s have a shower. Together.” Priya was suddenly anxious. Taking a shower together somehow felt more intimate than sex, even. It was something real couples did—married ones. But of course, she wouldn’t refuse him—couldn’t refuse him anything. She would place herself in his hands and believe that he knew what was best. So Priya let Ram drag her to the bathroom, where he ran the shower. She couldn’t help but stare at his perfect physique as he waited casually for the water to heat. His thighs were like those of a professional athlete—thick and sinewy. He looked like he could ride a bike for hours on end without tiring in the least. Those thighs probably helped him fuck her like a wild animal a few minutes ago, she thought, and then tried not to laugh. Ram caught her smirking.

 

Ram: “What?” he said, a grin forming at his mouth to match hers. “What’s so funny?” Priya: “Nothing.” she said. But she was still staring at his body. Those abs, those pecs, every part of him was muscular and toned and tight. Even his cock was perfect, she thought. There wasn’t a single thing wrong with him. When she looked up to his eyes, she saw he was looking at her in much the same way. His eyes were ferociously hungry. Was it possible, she thought, that Ram felt that way when he looked at her? Priya never considered herself a great beauty, and she’d never been told that she was one, either. As such, she’d never had any sense of feeling pretty, beautiful, feminine. She was the little wisp of a girl who didn’t mind playing in the mud or throwing a baseball. She’d  been a total tomboy, hadn’t been quite athletic enough to fit the bill, and as she’d gotten older, her interests had changed to things more typical of a teenage girl. But in all her life, no one had ever made her feel sexy. Until now. Ram was looking at her with so much heat, his eyes were practically burning holes in her skin. She could feel him, she could sense the urgency of his wanting. It was beyond sex, she thought, because they’d only just finished having sex. No, what Ram wanted from her was something psychic, something powerful beyond the physical realm. Ram wanted her body and soul, he wanted to possess everything. He stepped into the steamy shower first, and then he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her inside with him. The water splashed across their bodies, leaving watery beads everywhere on their skin. The steam was fogging up the bathroom and making them even slicker. Ram pulled Priya close to him and began kissing her passionately as the water sprayed and sprayed. She was getting turned on again—impossible and yet it was happening. And even more strangely, she could feel Ram becoming erect again as they kissed. She reached down and started to stroke his enormous shaft. His lips hungrily kissed her lips, his tongue dove into her mouth. He tasted minty and also manly.

Ram: “You taste so good, Priya.” he said, echoing her thoughts about him. And then he picked up off the floor of the shower and pushed her back against the wall. He was still kissing her as he pushed his stiff cock into her slit, penetrating her with startling ease. She hadn’t realized how wet she was until his huge shaft slid right inside with almost no effort. She relaxed against the wall behind her, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles just above his buttocks. Ram slowly made love to her like that, his hips working against hers, his stomach and chest flat against hers. He was all the way inside her now, not really pumping in and out, but more of a side-to-side, swinging motion that was hitting her in new places. Her stomach was tightening with expectation as the sensations in her lower parts continued to build and build. Ram was so strong, he held her up effortlessly, his body working its magic on hers as she came closer and closer to finishing yet again. The pounding of the water against their bodies and the wall, the pounding of Ram’s body into Priya’s body, the sounds of her wet skin slapping against the wall. It was so sensual and exciting for Priya that she was starting to lose herself once more. She’d felt this way only a very few times ago with Ram, times when he’d turned her on to the point where she lost all sense of who and where she was. Times when she stopped caring about being good or proper or pleasing anybody but herself. Now was just one of those times. She climaxed with a primal scream of elation as Ram fucked her against the shower wall, his mouth on her neck, his hands grabbing her thighs as she pulled him even tighter with her legs.

Ram: “I’m going to come too, he gasped. his entire body going stiff, the cords in his arms and legs standing out as he moaned.

Ram: “The shower’s cold.” he said, laughing as she stand on her feet and hugged him.

Priya: “I don’t care. she told him. Really, I don’t.”

 

 

Despite the coolness of the water, they did manage to finish washing up (Ram got out first, and Priya took an extra minute since the cold water actually felt exhilarating). Priya put on one of the soft, white bathrobes. Ram put on a boxer and nothing else, which was just fine with her. They went back and lay down on the bed together, and Ram began massaging Priya’s feet as they sprawled diagonally across the mattress. She thought to herself that she’d never seen Ram appear so relaxed before. His whole demeanor had changed. He was smiling, laughing, joking around.

Priya: “I wish we could just spend the entire night like this.” she said, sighing, as he rubbed his thumb up and down the middle of the sole of her bare foot.

Ram: “I also wish the same to spend the nights and days with you.”

Priya: “You should stay the night.” she said, after a brief silence. He sat up on his elbow and looked at her.

Ram: “Really?”

Priya: “Really. Priya considered it, but you have to go from here before the sunrays. I don’t want Rajat or any of the servants see you.” She fell backwards again, groaning. Ram didn’t say anything. He’d stopped massaging her foot, too. Priya lifted her head to look at him, he was smiling at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Ram: “I just figured out what I’m doing tomorrow evening, he said. I’m going for a dinner date with you.”

Priya: “Ram, please don’t joke around about this.” His smile faded.

Ram: “Oh, I’m not joking at all. We are going for date and that’s it.”

Priya: “Why?”

Ram: “What do you mean, why? We’re together, Priya. Don’t worry it will be private no one will know about it not even Rajat.”

Priya wasn’t sure which was worse—if Ram was just messing with her head or if he really was serious. The thought of dinner date making her horrifying.

Ram: “don’t worry baby I’ll tell you about the plan. Cupping her face in his palm. Trust me nothing will happen nobody will come to know.”

 

Priya had to admit, she sorts of enjoyed watching him get all worked up like this. Especially in the nearly nude state he was currently in—his passion for the subject was a turn-on.

She put a hand on her forehead. A moment later Ram took his coat from the floor, his hand emerged from the pocket holding a thin black box. Slowly, he held it out to her at arm’s length.

Ram: “This is for you, Priya. I was trying to think of the right time to give it to you, and this is it.”

Priya stared for a long time. It was as if the moment had frozen somehow, or maybe she was the one who’d frozen. Whatever the issue, she couldn’t seem to bring herself to move a muscle at first—she was too shocked. And then she reached out and took the box (it was velvety smooth to the touch) and slowly opened the lid, as if whatever was inside the case might bite her if she wasn’t careful. Her eye caught the glimmer of something sparkling inside.

Priya: “What is that? she said. A necklace?” She glanced up and Ram nodded, his expression one of great anticipation.

Ram: “Go on, he said. Take it out.”

She pulled the lid all the way off and laid it in her lap.

Priya: “Oh my God, she whispered. It’s beautiful!”  And it was. She’d never seen anything quite like it before. It was white gold, and she was fairly certain that it wasn’t fake gold or just gold-plated either. The chain was thin and long. The pendant on the necklace was composed of a large ring, made also of white gold, with a small, bright diamond gleaming from its center. And something was written on it.

Ram: “Come, let me put it on you.” Ram said. He gently took the necklace from her and then slid the chain around her neck, fastening it in back. When he was done, the necklace hung between her breasts. It would be well covered by most dress, unless she wore something that displayed an awful lot of cleavage. Priya looked down at the ring with the diamond in the middle. She picked it up between her fingers.

Priya: “What is it, exactly? And what is written on it?”

Ram: “That, he said, Is the symbol that I’ve chosen to represent our relationship. And its written our name RAYA.. RA mean RAm and YA means priYA.”

Priya: “It’s lovely.” she told him. Thus, he was encircling her with his protection, much in the same way that the ring was protecting and encircling the precious stone. She liked it, very much, yet this necklace made her feel that somehow, he saw her as this tiny little thing to be looked after, to be enshrined and kept away from the world and its dangers. Perhaps she was reading much too much into the necklace. She couldn’t take her eyes off the necklace, though. It was cool and smooth and hard against her skin.

In the end, he stayed the night, sleeping and cuddling with her.

 

Priya: “ram wake up.” she shakes him a bit, he lazily opens his eyes.

Ram: “hmmm what happened Priya.”

Priya: “you have to go now from here before anybody sees you.”

Ram: “ok.”

He wakes up and wore his cloths. Not wanting to go from there but he has to. He came near to her and put his hands on her waist.

Ram: “I really want to stay with you all the time, but bloody hell because of Rajat I have to leave you.” He said in a sad and angry tone.

Priya: “don’t worry soon we will be together.”

Ram: “promise me you’ll come in our apartment at morning when Rajat will leave.”

Priya: “I’ll promise I’ll come. Now go.”

Ram: “and one more don’t forget about the dinner date, before coming to me tell rajat that you are going to meet your old friend and want to spend a quality time with her.”

Priya: “hmmmm, that will be a great excuse.”

Before leaving he kissed her lips not wanting to leave her, he kissed her aggressively biting her lips hardly. He left from there silently walking out of the house.